Hello
I am a 21-year-old artist who sees life as an open book that I like to play with pleasure. I see through the prism of the rainbow and I love every color, although with this post I emphasize Black and White shades. I love to create and dance with life to sing and laugh like a person with a sincere soul I love to help and create 🖤
You know those moments from the 90's when a person walks on the old village streets and remembers a time when my grandmother boiled milk on the stove and my grandfather raised animals on a farm in a village where I personally loved to go as a child every summer. to walk the cobbled streets and where the old wooden cart creaked which was pulled by the horse I loved to feed and walk in the meadows around the village.
How retro times will never be forgotten and black and white paintings will always remind us of that story of throwing stones at the windows late at night and reading a book of homemade wine by the fireplace with the old cat named Matthew who was always lurking when there was something to eat at the table
The good old days when good deeds were in vogue and love were real moments when we went out with a slice of bread in hand and played until dawn.
When I open the old torn album, I think about what we had then and what we have now.
Color photos and social networks, meetings on the Internet and the incredible adventures that we experience at the moment only while standing at the computer.
How we were arranged in one picture of 20 children and in each subsequent eyes shining like fireflies.
Children eager to go out and get to know the world curious about everything that emits its light.
I love the retro style and I do not deny that I would like to be born in those times of simple style and modesty in a dress of cordiality and kindness. I want my smile to be my make-up and a factor for the beauty of natural hair and everything natural to return to fashion in an instant.
I show you a village as if from a fairy tale.
And I like to say do you remember when you enjoyed the morning dew and the birdsong at night.
I loved listening to the birds in the evening and in the morning before falling asleep, ah this silence, is there any greater wealth in the world to be grateful for what you have in eternity.
In the evening, the night lantern to illuminate the dark street at night may not have been as scary to the world then as it is now.
The story I listened to before going to bed reassured me of the darkness that had engulfed another corner of the room.
Maybe this security that we have in the endless colors of today's life did not promise us the peace we had then ah 90s of limited colors but with a measure of a tale of kindness and open hearts to the heart of a kiss good night.
I loved to walk alone with the cat at hand, I was the happy child maybe in the 90's.
I loved these old streets wounded memories painful smiling grandfather with a cart and a horse how he set off for wood I loved to do all sorts of things.
In the countryside there is such a wealth that is not measured in material goods, warm milk by the bed and the smell of homemade sweets.
A rooster wakes you over the bed and crows you so happily.
Black and white photos remind me of what childhood was like then as a manifestation of a dream that my children I hope to feel minimally nowadays.
It is a treasure to have a village and although I can show it with a few photos, I love it with admiration and I give everything again, a rooster crowing over my bed early in the morning ha ha ha
Well thanks for your attention now
In black and white times I would smile at your letters but maybe now I will just greet you on a social network the best that connects us in the world.
Feel my inner feeling in this text and discover yourself with joy in the photos in black and white, which remind us of the brave times when we showed our love with a smile on our faces.
Sincerely from me the Child of the Universe. :)
